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[Right - Gakupo comes to the rescue... Like he always has.]

'-These bright lights have always blinded me
These bright lights have always blinded me
I say-'

Gakupo caught the first plane he could. He carried nothing but a small backpack, with a few things quickly tossed in.

Upon landing, he hurried to catch a taxi.

Money not being an issue, he insisted the cab driver take him where he wanted to go, even after he informed Gakupo of how many miles away the town was from the airport.

Around 5:30 in the morning, Gumi heard a knock on her door.

She picked herself up off the bathroom floor, where she had been sleeping on a few towels, not wishing to stain the bed with blood, and answered the door, not even bothering to look. Anyone that would knock on her door at 5 AM deserved to see her like this.

For a timeless moment, they stared at each other, Gumi too weak to move, and Gakupo too shocked.

He looked horrified.

She smiled, a real smile, for the first time in more than a month.

She reached out toward him, and he embraced her.

He did not care that her face was stained with makeup. He did not care that her hands and clothes were stained with blood. She was here, she was real, she was in his arms again, where she belonged, and he would never let her go, ever again.

"I don't know how to say how important you are to me." He whispers in her ear.

She collapses into his arms, offering no resistance as he picks her up and carries her to the bed.

He pulls a chair over and sits next to her.

The first thing he addresses is her bloodied hands. After cleaning them up, he realizes they weren't as bad as he originally thought, and settles for finding a long bandage in her suitcase and wrapping them up separately.

"Did you break the mirror?" He asks, gently, not reprimanding her so much as coaxing her to take responsibility for her actions.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I was sick of looking at myself."

He is still holding one bandaged hand.

He shakes his head, wanting to scream, cry, or laugh, he didn't know which. She was just so Gumi.

"I love you." He says, feeling as if he cannot say anything else.

She looks up at him. "Fix me." She commands, desperately.

"You're not broken." He answers, immediately, more sure of that than he had ever been, of anything, in his life.

"I'm that mirror. My life is that mirror. Broken by my hands. I can't fix it on my own."

Gakupo sat back and sighed.

"You can't fix the mirror. They're just going to have to get a new one. There are no two ways around that. And as for your life, you're the only one who can fix that. If that means going back to Vocaloid, then that's what you have to do. If that means starting over, that's what you have to do. But you have to do something. I can't do it for you, and neither can anyone else. You have to fix what you broke."

She looks down, considering this, and when she speaks, the words come slowly, with difficulty.

"I love music. More than I've ever loved anything in my life. I cannot live without it. I must make music to really be living. If not, I'm only existing. It's my life."

Gakupo listens patiently. He knows she is figuring it out; she is making up her mind now.

"But if I can't make music without all the drama that comes with it, then I don't want to make music. I've been a musician… I am a musician, first and foremost, before I am even a human being, I am a musician! But I am not a celebrity. I can sing, but I cannot act. I don't want to be on the covers of magazines. I don't want to be in the spotlight – It blinds me!"

She clenches her hands, then winces.

"I want to make music. I've always wanted to make music. But I've never wanted to be famous. I don't know what to do. I don't know what's right. I don't even know what makes sense anymore!"

Gakupo brushes her mop of hair back.

"Right now, sleep. You're very tired, and so am I. We'll talk tomorrow, okay? Don't think anymore tonight. Don't worry anymore. You need sleep."

Gakupo turns out the solitary light in the room, removes his jacket and shoes, and makes a move to return to his chair.

"Wait." Gumi mumbles. "Lay here, with me. I have to know that you aren't going to disappear. I have to know that you're real. I have to know that you're here." Heartbeats passed.

"I need you." She confesses.

"Alright." He gives in and climbs into bed next to her.

Somewhere in the back of Gakupo's mind, the thought occurs to him that he has never felt so right in his life, as he does right now, lying in a hotel bed, fully clothed, hundreds of miles from home, his arm around Gumi, the most peaceful look on her tired face.

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